It only makes sense that the people we love the most are also the ones who can get under our skins the most. And they are real people-real people who can piss us off.

We love our kids unconditionally, bottom line- but they can still be assholes, and most likely will be at some point in time.

Two of them.

They are the joy of my life. My sweet happiness, my hearts, my loves, my triumphs.

Also, seriously, lately they are assholes extraordinaire.

Love them dearly. I never call them anything negative to them or around them, not ever. But do I think it? Yes. Do I write the word on my blog? Yes. And I think it’s only human, because those people who go around saying that our children are the foundation of heart-shaped rainbow unicorns aren’t facing reality.

They’re aging me on a minute-by-minute basis.

And I’m reading because I want to see how many times you call him an asshole too. Just to make sure you are on par with me.

Love to you and the asshole, from me and my asshole.

This is said as the parent of a quite obstreperous, very argumentative kid with whom I’ve had plenty of dissension over the years, and whom I’ve called a ‘jerk’ and other epithets in moments of extreme frustration. The difference is that I’ve felt profoundly ashamed at my lack of control, have apologized (and explained) to him and would never write so cavalierly and unapologetically about it.

While not advocating it, spanking, at least, would be more direct and probably productive!

All these friggin namby pamby’s against an ocasional spanking get what they deserve when their kids are grown and have never beeen disciplined in their life for anything.

Hi Katie! Was so happy to find you here!

You aren’t a horrible mother for saying he’s an asshole. Now if you scream it in his face (which I am quite sure you don’t), that’s a different story.